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Then eyed our Cottage, and gazed round again,
Unearthly minstrelsy! then only heard
"When the soul seeks to hear; when all is hush'd, "And the Heart listens !"
But the time, when first
From that low Dell, steep up the stony Mount
Dim Coasts, and cloud-like Hills, and shoreless OceanIt seem'd like Omnipresence! God, methought,
Had built him there a Temple: the whole World
Seem'd imag'd in its vast circumference.
No wish prophan'd my overwhelmed Heart.
Ah! quiet dell! dear cot! and mount sublime!
Sweet is the tear that from some Howard's eye
Yet even this, this cold Beneficence
Seizes my Praise, when I reflect on those,
The Sluggard Pity's vision-weaving Tribe!
Who sigh for Wretchedness, yet shun the Wretched,
Nursing in some delicious solitude
Their slothful loves and dainty Sympathies!
I therefore go, and join head, heart, and hand,
Yet oft when after honorable toil
Rests the tir'd mind, and waking loves to dream,
And I shall sigh fond wishes-sweet Abode !
Speed it, O Father! Let thy Kingdom come!
THE REV. GEORGE COLERIDGE,
Of Ottery St. Mary, Devon:
WITH SOME POEMS.
Notus in fratres animi paterni.
HOR. Carm. Lib. I. 2.
A BLESSED lot hath he, who having past
Lisp'd its brief prayer. Such, O my earliest Friend!
Yet cheer'd and cheering: now fraternal Love
Hath drawn you to one centre. Be your days
To me th' Eternal Wisdom hath dispens'd A different fortune and more different mindMe from the spot where first I sprang to light, Too soon transplanted, ere my soul had fix'd Its first domestic loves; and hence through Life Chasing chance-started Friendships. A brief while Some have preserv'd me from Life's pelting ills; But, like a Tree with leaves of feeble stem, If the clouds lasted, and a sudden breeze Ruffled the boughs, they on my head at once Dropt the collected shower; and some most false, False and fair foliag'd as the Manchineel,
Have tempted me to slumber in their shade
E'en mid the storm; then breathing subtlest damps,
I've raised a lowly shed, and know the names